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Thursday, 23 January 2014

There is a new doll on my table.She has been here for a short time and has no clothes yet. I like looking at her.She makes me think of Sophie a bit, do you remember her?

So when I look at Marianne, my new doll, I see her rich dark velvety hair shining with different shades of brown. But after a while I discover in her hair plenty of navy, violet and claret-coloured streaks interwoven. Yes, her hair reminds me of something I cannot name at this moment.

Marianne is sitting on the table and we are looking at some fabrics spread all over to choose a few of them for her clothes. And we are talking at the same time.

"And d'you remember the name of the lake where we met for the first time?" - I hear Marianne's questioning voice.

I had no time to answer because all of a sudden I noticed there was something happening on the table...What was that?

To our surprise there it was another doll.She was near Marianne on the table, among the strewn cloths.As a matter of fact she was not a doll, or being precise not a complete doll.She was just a little trunk with her head only formed.Oh dear! Now she is clambering slowly over the cloths.So we help her a little, because otherwise she wouldn't manage.